I Am Amused By the Workings of My Brain.

[abracanabra]

In my dreams, half the time I'm male, and half the time I'm female. One-quarter of the time, I'm much older than my real age, and half the time I'm younger. I find this interesting. Last night, I was an older man, kind of a retired-badass sort of character. Also, there was river surfing on 2x4s, which totally wouldn't work in the real world.

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Some combination of my mule-headed stubbornness, devil's-advocate tendencies, and "I can write anything"-itis results in my brain clicking over into plot-generating mode as soon as somebody issues a challenge, or doubts that a story type can be done well, or mentions how rare a certain kind of story is. That's how I got a Highlander parody involving the evolution of mallows nesting in my story idea file. Can't somebody just pay me for my plots?

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[prof-vencire.livejournal.com]

I am... essentially never myself in my dreams. Ever. It's incredibly rare. Similarly, people I know are almost never in my dreams, rarely even inform the character designs in the dream.

I fondly recall my dreams of being a girl. I am pretty sure that sex as a girl doesn't feel like essentially an inverted penis, but as a 12 year old it was surprisingly enlightening so far as getting the intellectual understanding of girl-sex and the emotional understanding to match up.

I even MORE fondly recall my dreams where I'm post-gender or optional-gender. In one, I did leave my favorite penis at home on the night of a big date with a person who preferred being the female side of the plug-outlet equation. In another, I was attracted to the glowing metabolic lights and pheromone aesthetics of the shapeless thing that worked down in... what was essentially accounting, if accounting were equal parts math pattern recognition art and martial prowess. Yt was a damn sexy post-gender entity. And so was I, for very different reasons. I actually still feel slight affection when I think of yt. And I hate all the pronouns for post-gender. They just don't... sound right.

[prof-vencire.livejournal.com]

And a good friend of mine loaned me their penis for the date, so that was fine. Though their preferred penis-style and mine? Very different. There's was more spartan, very elegant, all white, shiny. Mine was a bit fancier and more complex. But you make do with what you have, I suppose. And it was awfully nice of them to lend it to me. So, no complaints.

[cloudscudding.livejournal.com]

Suddenly I feel that my dreams are far too mundane.